I'll sit here with you. Take your eyes back and send you on down the road. Okay. I don't want to charge you. I will. It's my job, but I don't want to. The chief's giving me discretion on how to handle it. He's like, "These are the two choices." I said, "That's what I was thinking. That's what I want to do." He's like, "Not a problem. We can either let it go, help him out, get his eyes back, and get him on down the road so the army doesn't get involved, or we could charge you, and then it's a big hassle for you." It doesn't change my life one way either way. This, you see what I'm saying? It's not about me. This is about you.